i was hidden somewhere in the icy pines
that winter evening.
watching distantly, from a tree-
she does not see as i peer within her window.
from here i cannot see her eyes.
from here i cannot feel her breath.
those strong four walls
never cease to amaze me.
these strong four walls
are keeping the noise in so well.
through glass tears,
i stare out this glass cage window;
at the snow falling
through the broken sky above my house.
directionless, i need an answer.
help me fetch the words
i've thrown just from my reach.
i stare through myself in the window.
i found God in the broken pieces.
i found memory as they fell to the floor.
i found scarlet hidden beneath my palms,
as i held them under the thunderstorm
that my tired eyes are mothering.
but this is out of season.
this cannot be the season...
and you watched me,
as the snowflakes hide you, with the grass
outside of my selfishness...
